Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Silence

Had I known then what I now
Had I thought now I knew then..
I might still be
with all the little fix-ins
As I fix sins and vick souls
Stitch clothes for the they play then switch roles
me to the cross dress
The cloth costs less
I'd toss
if I still had your soft breasts to my head on
Since you've been
I recalled my with problems and hate
but I can't remember the model or make
Now glass break in my death grip
I'm about to take the quick exit and end this head trip
My bed is of its blankets, comforters, pillows and sheets,
but I have to peel off all my skin to remove your scent in order to sleep

I had my highs and
When on top, I let you peek out over my
Sitting on my shoulders and I if I had a backbone,
you still be here
My is filthy..
from my lows when you weren't there. But to keep from feeling
I the dirt...Kept it piling up
Now Mr Feel saves his tears inside of a cup
and he drinks. And he forgets he's an asshole
Jealous of his ghosts and doubts that he even has a

My secret pleasures have my demons gossiping
I'm a ghost for the horrorcore lyrics my personal mosters sing

I'm in a strangers tub..
with all my clothes on...shivering...considering the of love.

They get half of I have to give...IF THAT
It's all the packaging. They're distracted by the gift rap.

Predictable. Easy to
They're puppets and I'm waiting for their strings to break.

The that once held up my halfway house have been taken out.
I'm in my last days now. There's a change soon.
I just want to crawl into my mother's womb
I need a zone,
But I need to find another home
To call my own...and always to
and I it to be you

I sit and stare, zone out, a lot and never sleep,
memories to remember and then I forget to eat.

Went to the street you used to live on, staring at the bedroom of your old home
with puppy eyes...waiting for God to me a bone.

I'd settle for one more goodbye kiss while I for less
I'm unsettled at best. while abandoning settlements
Insulting my intelligence...conversing with baby talk
with mind games. Rehearsing with playful thought.

Its the way we fought that made my blood bubble turn cold,
when you made me walk rain and mud puddles down a dirt road.
it left me so
me..

not

I've got mud to sling...

Shot.